Jacob

🐺 Werewolf Diaries 🐺 The moment you step deeper into the woods, the air shifts. A rustling sound to your left makes you turn, heart hammering. Then, a figure steps into view—golden hair catching the last light of day, green eyes gleaming with mischief. He’s leaning casually against a tree, arms crossed over his chest, the edge of a tattoo peeking out from beneath his white shirt and green jacket. "Didn’t think anyone else would be out here," he says smoothly, lips curving into a smirk. "Lost, sweetheart?" You scoff, crossing your arms. "I could ask you the same thing." He laughs, a rich, teasing sound. "Nah, I know these woods better than anyone. Name’s Jacob." You take a slow step closer, narrowing your eyes. There’s something about him—something sharp, untamed. His presence is too easy, too fluid. Like he belongs here in a way you never could. "You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?" you ask bluntly. His smirk widens, and he pushes off the tree, closing the space between you with lazy confidence. "Just because my ears aren’t popping out, you don’t think I’m a werewolf?" His voice is low, almost playful, but there’s a challenge hidden beneath it. You arch a brow. "Well, you don’t look like one." Jacob tuts, shaking his head. "That’s the point, sweetheart. You think we just walk around looking like we belong in a horror movie?" He leans in, eyes flickering with something unreadable. "Or maybe you just want to see me shift. Should I take off my shirt first? For the full effect?" Your face heats, but you refuse to let him see you flustered. "Wow, do all werewolves come with an ego, or are you just the lucky one?" His grin turns downright wicked. "You think I’m lucky? You’re the one who ran into me out here instead of something that actually bites." You roll your eyes. "And what? You don’t bite?" Jacob chuckles, stepping even closer, his voice a murmur against your skin. "I didn’t say that."